Post by Aldrich Abbott on Jun 7, 2023 18:06:48 GMT -5
[For @nadinemachenet , after the threads with Regan and Nadine and the general training]
"Women", he grumbled, making his way down the street, dragging his hand along the surfaces of the houses with a bottle of whiskey in his other hand
Yes, exactly. Women. They gave Aldrich a headache. No matter where he went, or what he did, a woman would find her way into his life and pass through it like a storm. He had shared the bed with a lot of ladies. Some of them had given him a headache by giving him an uppercut when he didn't pay their price in full. Others had given him a headache by screaming at him that they were too good for him, that he was just a lousy rat and that they would find someone better. Lastly there were those who gave him a headache by crying. Crying because they thought he would stay, that he would help them raise their kids, brush the kids' hair.
But no. Aldrich wasn't that kind of man. He had never managed to settle down, like his parents had wanted him to. Of course they knew a man in the military was bound to be married to his platoon, to his crew, but they had hoped he would at least take the time to find a nice woman to get married to. It didn't matter anyway. They weren't here to observe his life. They had lost it, many years ago now. And he had never learned how to love properly.
Aldrich had met Regan. A beautiful woman, a vixen. But beneath that pretty face laid a lot of issues. Did his feelings get hurt when she told him she wanted to try with Woodwick? Yes. But but not for the reasons you might think. He wasn't upset that she didn't choose him, he was upset that out of everyone in this world, she chose his superior. Warren Woodwick. A bitter taste welled up in Aldrich's mouth.
He spat on the ground and continued walking. Aldrich was on a mission tonight. This whole scenario had reminded him of something similar that had went down a little over a year ago. Of course Nadine re-appeared in his life at the same time as this whole Regan situation went down.
And perhaps that was the reason that the Lieutenant had enjoyed a few too many glasses of whiskey that night. Regan didn't mean anything to him, but Nadine?
Aldrich crossed the street and almost fell down once he reached the house he was looking for.
"Machenet, oh Machenet, let me in, please let me in", Aldrich sang drunkenly, his hair messy, his white shirt dirty and half unbuttoned, his pants grimy from crawling around in the ally behind the tavern he had been drinking at. He sang looking towards a window, as if they were Romeo and Juliet.
He didn't care about their conversation in his office now. He didn't care that he was pathetic. It was in the middle of the night, way past three in the morning, he was drunk, he was sad, and he missed Nadine. Nadine who had fucked his brother. But how he missed her.
"Women", he grumbled, making his way down the street, dragging his hand along the surfaces of the houses with a bottle of whiskey in his other hand
Yes, exactly. Women. They gave Aldrich a headache. No matter where he went, or what he did, a woman would find her way into his life and pass through it like a storm. He had shared the bed with a lot of ladies. Some of them had given him a headache by giving him an uppercut when he didn't pay their price in full. Others had given him a headache by screaming at him that they were too good for him, that he was just a lousy rat and that they would find someone better. Lastly there were those who gave him a headache by crying. Crying because they thought he would stay, that he would help them raise their kids, brush the kids' hair.
But no. Aldrich wasn't that kind of man. He had never managed to settle down, like his parents had wanted him to. Of course they knew a man in the military was bound to be married to his platoon, to his crew, but they had hoped he would at least take the time to find a nice woman to get married to. It didn't matter anyway. They weren't here to observe his life. They had lost it, many years ago now. And he had never learned how to love properly.
Aldrich had met Regan. A beautiful woman, a vixen. But beneath that pretty face laid a lot of issues. Did his feelings get hurt when she told him she wanted to try with Woodwick? Yes. But but not for the reasons you might think. He wasn't upset that she didn't choose him, he was upset that out of everyone in this world, she chose his superior. Warren Woodwick. A bitter taste welled up in Aldrich's mouth.
He spat on the ground and continued walking. Aldrich was on a mission tonight. This whole scenario had reminded him of something similar that had went down a little over a year ago. Of course Nadine re-appeared in his life at the same time as this whole Regan situation went down.
And perhaps that was the reason that the Lieutenant had enjoyed a few too many glasses of whiskey that night. Regan didn't mean anything to him, but Nadine?
Aldrich crossed the street and almost fell down once he reached the house he was looking for.
"Machenet, oh Machenet, let me in, please let me in", Aldrich sang drunkenly, his hair messy, his white shirt dirty and half unbuttoned, his pants grimy from crawling around in the ally behind the tavern he had been drinking at. He sang looking towards a window, as if they were Romeo and Juliet.
He didn't care about their conversation in his office now. He didn't care that he was pathetic. It was in the middle of the night, way past three in the morning, he was drunk, he was sad, and he missed Nadine. Nadine who had fucked his brother. But how he missed her.
